Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.